Hi! These are various drabbles I've written on tumblr. If you'd like to send a prompt, my URL is arisingskye.
Prompt: Skye and Simmons get de-aged to little kids and this somehow shows the team how they grew up differently. Maybe Ward gets touched by Skye's past.
There's a bright flash of light, a beat of silence, and the sound of Fitz's "oops," and Coulson is smart enough to go check in on the lab. Inside stands a shell-shocked Fitz and two young kids who look suspiciously like Skye and Simmons. Some contraption stands in the corner emitting a scarily black smoke. "Oops," Fitz repeats. Coulson merely sighs.
No one can figure out how to turn them back, though Fitz certainly tries. Coulson seems to find the whole thing amusing, Ward simply looks exhausted, and no one was willing to ask May. So they set up a babysitting schedule, and because Ward doesn't outwardly complain Fitz puts him down first.
He trudges down to the lab, expecting the worst. Grant Ward has been tortured, imprisoned, and almost killed, and none of it was as scary as babysitting Skye and Simmons as children.
"Are you two.. okay down there?" he hazards. His face just barely peeks around the corner. There are squeals of various affirmations so high pitched that Ward is fairly sure they're not human.
The shift lasts only two hours, he reminds himself, and he can make it through.
By the end, however, Ward is barely hiding his amusement. There is a certain innocence in the two children that is more than a little endearing, and they're all over each other in a way that grown-up Simmons would never condone.
"Is it almost Christmas?" Skye questions. Ward knew she loved the holiday; the strings of lights she had hung around the ship were evidence enough. "I hope it's almost Christmas. I don't get many presents at the orphanage, but I think I will this year." His brow furrows. It is a detail that she would never confide. Pride is important to Skye: she's been building her strength for a long time. "I usually just ger hand-me-downs. Or at least that's what people call them."
"My parents get me lots of presents!" Simmons counters, launching into an explanation about the chemistry set she'd been given one year. "My parents are lovely. You should come over, Skye." She grins so widely that Ward finds himself grinning too.
Ward watches the interaction with something bordering on affection. He had never been one for kids after his own childhood, yet the two girls managed to spark something within him. Maybe admiration is the right word, for he cannot help but admire the honesty present in both of them. Or maybe it simply is affection for the people with whom he now lives.
His shift is over before he realizes how long it's been, and Ward gives each girl a hug before leaving. May doesn't comment.
They're back to their normal selves soon enough, and the entire bus somehow decides to never talk about it again. Ward is part of the pact, but that doesn't stop him from getting Skye a large pile of presents. She doesn't know what to say, so Simmons offers a grateful smile for her.